Arandolya The only limit is the Stars . . . Timestamp: 6th of Summer, 510 AV The day had dawned lovely and clear, the sun burning in a sea of blue that glittered off the view of Thunder Bay from Skyinarta. It practically called the hunter down to its waters in hopes of finding some prey to sell to local buyers within the marketplace, sometimes even the restaurants advertised they needed some specific meats. Taking her bow, quiver, and Trith, Arandolya eagerly made her way down towards the Bay, picking her way carefully down the pass. Eagles soared ahead with their Endals, taking their riders - and any Avora lucky enough to catch the Eagles - down in a matter of minutes. As Trith fluttered around her head, Arandolya shushed the bird as it startled some birds into flight. Watching the birds take wing, Arandolya tilted her head slightly, pausing. "Scaring them," she murmured. Trith settled on her fingers when she outstretched her hand and Arandolya smiled. "How would you like to be my hunting partner?" she asked, raising the songbird eye-level. Trith cocked her head and let out a sharp whistle, hopping onto her shoulder. The pair arrived to The Mud Flats quickly, and Arandolya removed her boots so she was able to sink her toes into the sand. She stayed silent and still for a moment, subconsciously stringing her bow. Kneeling, she peered between the reeds for movement of birds, while looking at the sand for imprints of their footsteps. Arandolya tilted her head, squinting slightly in an attempt to define the shape of the sand birds between the brownish reeds. Taking note to take some back for some weavers, Arandolya looked to Trith. "Sing," she whispered to the bird on her shoulder. The birds of Wind Reach seemed to always excel the avian of other places, easy to teach when given to a kind hand and of keen intelligence. It was Trith would be who'll guide Arandolya during the Djed Storm, staying loyally by her friend while the other birds took wing in an attempt to escape the ruins. Trith naturally expressed happiness - or distress - in her short, clipped, songs. If Arandolya sung, Trith would finish the rhythm, until it got to a point Arandolya was able to train Trith to sung short songs on command. Trith took settled on the tip of her bow, and let out a loud and ringing note. It wavered a few times, and Arandolya seemed satisfied as the birds startled at the unfamiliar sound. They took flight and Arandolya shot an arrow into the mass, grabbing another arrow and nocking it to shoot again as they flew over the sands towards the water. The second missed as the flock wheeled and turned back over the reed, but the first managed to pin one by the wing. Walking over, Arandolya crouched down to quickly kill the bird, clearing her throat slightly so she didn't hear the snap of its neck. "Now, if I can get you to fly closer you might be actually able to scare some land prey towards me," she said idly, stroking Trith's head as she took hold of the bird and retrieved both arrows. "If we wait until the fall of night I might be able to teach you a bit." Looking at the sky though, Arandolya noticed it was later afternoon, and would only have to spent a few hours on the Mud Flats before the sun began to fall and the nocturnal animals emerged. To pass some time, Arandolya began to pick a few of the ripe reeds for some weavers. "I should learn how to weave a basket one day," she commented to Trith, who had taken wing and was flying over the reeds. Looking at the reeds curiously, Arandolya crouched down and tied them into a knot. "Hmm ..." She took another reed and tied it to the others, close to the bottom. She knotted two more reeds. It looked a bit lop-sided .... when did the weaving part come in? "What do you think, Trith?" she asked, holding up the thing. Trith came over and plucked at the reeds. "Hey!" Arandolya protested, through the bird weaved a couple reeds with the dexterity of nesting birds. "Well aren't you a show off," Arandolya muttered, her mess of knots slightly nicer looking as Trith pulled at the knots and redid them. She promptly nestled into the cup-like thing, warbling a note as she peered out at Arandolya. "Alright, alright, we'll bring it home," Arandolya laughed, putting it in the backpack she'd brought along with the dead bird. The hunter titled her eyes back towards the sky and stroked Trith. "It looks like we have quite a ways to go until any bigger animals come. I suppose I should just try to teach you to fly close to something and sing, eh?" Trith twittered a song. |